Well, dear readers, this week is flying by, like a gazelle in no man’s land. Have you ever been in no man’s land? And, conversely, have you ever been in no woman’s land? Exactly where IS no man’s land? Is it on the edge of eternity? Did you know that no man’s land was originally used to define a contested territory or a dumping ground for refuse between fiefdoms? I had no idea that’s what no man’s land was. In terms of a dumping ground for refuse, I think that I’d be more than comfortable in describing these here notes as no man’s land. But the most popular use of the term was in World War 1, where it was used to describe the area of land between two enemy trench system which neither side wished to go near for fear of being attacked by the other side, hence, no man’s land. But the expression has really been around since the 1000s. I remember the 1000s well and they were a damn sight better than the 2000s, although we’re hoping that will turn around. Well, I feel these here notes are currently residing in no man’s land, so let us move onto the next paragraph, which will hopefully be in some man’s land or some woman’s land or some raccoon’s land. Did you notice that raccoon has two c’s in it – so you can cc raccoon and also oo raccoon. Okay, this is getting a little surreal for me.
Yesterday I awoke at eleven. That may seem an extravagance until you know the facts – that I did not fall asleep until four-thirty, due to too much brain activity and feeling not on terra firma (arret amrif, spelled backwards). When I did finally fall asleep I had strange actor dreams – I was doing a play set in the old west and I was very good in it and getting lots of laughs. Once up, I answered e-mails, then had a brief but amusing visit with our very own Mr. Jason Graae. After he left, I left and went and had a grilled cheese and bacon sandwich and some fries. I also bought a Danish to have for dessert. That will be the last sweet I eat until Thanksgiving. I am currently so over my weight level that I am disgusted – I am truly finding it impossible to lose even a few pounds – I do think I lost a few a few weeks ago. No amount of jogging seems to help and for a time I was really eating only about twelve hundred calories a day. I’m going to be very strict over the next few weeks. My plan is to go to the market and buy chicken breasts to sauté with some mushrooms or vegetables. That’s going to become a staple for me. I will not eat out at all, unless it’s absolutely necessary. That way I will avoid foods I should not be eating. I will buy my low-cal no-fat hot dogs and low-cal buns – those are filling and don’t result in many calories. I’ll occasionally buy some fish, but not at Gelson’s where it is outrageously expensive. But I may buy some reasonably priced steaks, because those are good protein and not that high in calories. I’ll but some fruit and I’ll partake of their salad bar when I fee like it, but only with low-cal dressing and not much of it. I must be very strong over the next five weeks before the next Kritzerland show and before my next birthday.
Where was I? Oh, yes, after lunch I picked up no packages or mail, and did a bunch of other stuff. Once home I had to catch up on a multitude of things, which I did. Then Greer Geissman came over and we began the task of conforming the Welcome to My World script to what we finally performed. Most of the dialogue was as is, but there were some cuts, some word changes, but mostly it was adding stage directions to clarify how the show had to move. In the original script there were virtually none, and I also didn’t know which way we were going with the script, so I had to add some vague set details to help the reader imagine what can be done. So, that took quite a bit of time, almost three hours. We added four pages to the script, mostly the new stage directions. I’ll proof it now and make sure it’s all easy to understand, so that I can then get it to the two licensing houses I’m in confabs with about representing the show. We already have someone in Canada who wants to do it, so I do think there are possibilities for productions everywhere.
After that, it was too late for a movie, so I made the three ounces of spaghetti that was left and put a little butter and Parmesan cheese on it and that was my snack. But pasta’s going away, too, for the next five weeks. I did some more work on the song I’ve been writing and I now see the light at the end of the tunnel and have sketched out how it needs to get to the end. It will have a few lines of dialogue between each verse – I’ve had fun writing this thing, but it was unwieldy at the beginning but now seems much more focused, even though it covers four years and a flash forward in time. Then I relaxed as much as I’m able to relax at this point in time. Do keep sending your strongest most excellent vibes and xylophones – we’re in a very rough and dangerous patch right now, but hopefully that will all abate and sooner than later.
Today, I don’t know what the HELL is going on. I have writing to do, casting to do, magic to do, need to hear some good and positive news, song choosing to do, hopefully picking up some packages and ultimately relaxing.
The rest of the week is more of the same. I think I’m going to a movie premiere on Friday night, I just haven’t remembered to RSVP, which I’ll go do right now. Not sure what’s going on for the weekend but wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t much.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, do a jog, eat very reasonably, write, cast, choose songs, hopefully pick up packages, hopefully get some good and positive news, and relax. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Ask BK Day, the day in which you get to ask me or any dear reader any old question you like and we get to give any old answer we like. So, let’s have loads of lovely questions and loads of lovely answers and loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland and I hope I don’t go into no man’s land.